mercoledì 29 settembre 2010

mercoledì 15 settembre 2010

Projector

This is his gift;
light,
light that sears and breaks
us
from old doubts
and fears
and lassitudes;
this is his gift;
light,
light
that fascinates;
no bird
gazes more avidly
at Pythian snake
than we at this

vision of streams and path-ways
and small lakes;
streams
cataracts
and valleys
and great forests;
our souls are merged with quietness
or stirred
by tidal-wave or earth quake;

we sleep and are awake,
we dream and are not here;
our spirits walk elsewhere
with shadow-folk
and ghost-beast,
we speak a shadow-speech,
we trad a shadow-rock,
we lie along ghost-grass
in ghost shade
of the hillock;

with marvellous creatures rise
from shadow-stream
and sea-tide;
with wondrous creatures leap
from tree to tree
or creep
sinous
along
the river-bed
and freshnet;
blest
with rare suppleness
we bound
aloft
raptorously,
or rest
beside the river-head
and lap waters of holiness.

(H. D.,"Projector II", in Visioni e proiezioni, Liguori ed.)

martedì 7 settembre 2010